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All those well intended advices and the next destination consolidates a new drive, on the same vehicle less and less dead weight The past is stuff for white painted newspapers And tomorow is just an excuse for not living today

A crazy dream of a single Emperorweathered now, an amazing pile of rubblein the shadow of mighty silver treesWhat happend here, which force, which spiritfirst imagined these palaces and pyramids and temples?Which lunatic power made the crazy dream become realand manifest here a millenium ago, in just 20 years?A stone robot head - fallen - neither laughs nor to smilesA tree with a burned out trunk yet green treetopAnd that very spirit is omnipresent...

It was early in Summer this year. The old cat showed us her offspring for the first time. We knew she was pregnant before, yet she was hidding herself and the kitties after she gave birth for a couple of weeks. She was thin as skin when she reappeared. Luckily, everything went well. The cat and the kitties ate and ate and now I guess their are ready for the cold season. Two of the offspring went to good hands, and now there's Whitepaw and Zwergi left here with their mother and her last years offspring. When I have my smoke outside, the kitties would come back from the neighboring woods and coze my legs, begging for some food. Yet these kitties are freedom cats, not used to the inside of the house. They are curious though, especially the one with the four white paws. Yet as soon as the door closes behind Whitepaw, he gets lunatic, jumps at the door and meows. No matter hoiw hungry he was before, Whitepaw wouldn't even pay a single look at the offered milk inside. Definitly, he's favouring freedom over food. I'm still puzzled in the most positive way about their distinction. And sometimes I wish, man would be a little more distinctive on his own freedom and the choice of food too.

Finally summer. A summer to enjoy. Faith led me back home to Thuringia, more precisely to one of the most beautiful spots close to the Rennsteig, a small valley with a creek flowing through tranquil old woods and rocks between the steep hills. May was cold and rainy, yet pleasant for hiking in the fresh Green. A week ago the fireflies have started to fly. They are around me when hiking or cycling at night. They'd sit down on my tent on the riverbank, or welcome me at the front door of the old mansion at the end of the town I'm dwelling in at the moment. During the week, the only sound you can hear here are birds. Lovely fairytale summer...

Faith has also led me back to Research - despite of attending ordinary programmers work with all the time constraints and management trouble I'm contemplating on algorithms and models for human sleep wake cycle and its parameters. My host provides me with loads of interesting books and ideas what areas to do more research in. The idea to stay here longer is tempting, promising... But still, the soul if eager to travel, the migratory bird wants to fly south again. Maybe when the fireflies have gone and the leaves turn gold and red :-)